Chapitre 117: 046 really doesn't need a guzheng teacher, Wang Youfeng! _2

She was only thinking about the ancient zither.

After flipping through her notebook and sketching a miniature zither,

Bai Lian couldn't help but flip to the drawing of that black cat and raised her eyebrows involuntarily—

She wondered if that teacher Yue would dare to tell Jiang He to his face that his drawing was too stiff and artisanal.

"Yang Lin hasn't come back yet?" Ahead, Pu Xiaohan looked back, glanced at Yang Lin's usual spot, and frowned slightly, "What does she always go off to do?"

"You don't know either?" Bai Lian came back to her senses and pulled out a pen, looking towards Pu Xiaohan.

Pu Xiaohan shrugged her shoulders.

Having been classmates for over a year, Pu Xiaohan knew almost nothing about Yang Lin.

Yang Lin never spoke to others, even more introverted than Ning Xiao.

The only bit they knew was because of Bai Lian.